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Friday Fiction-21 Dec 2018- OPTIMIST

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To read a moving tale from Rochelle Wisoff, please click here:

21 December 2018

Copyright – Adam Ickes

Sunny, who’s both feet had been amputated,  when he was four had long back accepted his disability and tried to be always happy lest grandma becomes sad, suddenly requested his grandma’ I want shoes! ‘
Grandma, who was taking him for a ride on his wheelchair, looked sadly at him.
‘ Don’t look so sad dear, I want them for my best friend, he cannot buy shoes and cannot play without them,’ said he.
Grandma lovingly showered blessings on him.
He laughed ‘ One day, with your blessings I am going to climb Mount Everest.

You want to bet?

(https://amaltaas.wordpress.com/2013/12/13/friday-fictioneers-13-december-2013-optimist)

Friday Fiction- Parents

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Friday Fiction Challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff

14 December 2018

Parents

What we couldn’t afford in childhood, so we wanted to give every opportunity to our children to pursue their hobby. 

They said music, we ran for the musical instruments.

They showed interest in DIY, we hurried for the toolkit.

They said computer we bought it.

They said world trotting; we were ready with the globe and maps.

Our son joined navy at 18 and daughter got married as soon as she finished studies.

We were left with all the items to look after.

Don’t have the heart to sell them.

Just have a good laugh when we are all together.

A Month of Mini Writing Challenges 2017

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A Month of Mini Writing Challenges 2017

You’re on your way to work and a new, strange-looking shop has opened overnight.  You are drawn to it and go in but what – or who – is inside?  Tell us in less than 100 words.

 

A blood red painted shop with a signboard in white ‘KILLING IS FUN, JOIN IN’ was strange enough for me to enter the shop. It was full of various kinds of Mannequins.

The receptionist, with a counter full of knives, invited,’  choose any knife, put the face of the one you want to kill on any mannequin and stab as much you like, you’ll feel light-hearted.’

My obvious choice was my rude boss.

I stabbed to my heart’s content.

Delight, I turned and noticed my boss entering the shop.

His face was still intact on the mannequin.

(98 words)

A Month of Mini Writing Challenges 2017 Day 17- Memory

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A Month of Mini Writing Challenges 2017 Day 17- Write a 50-word story on the theme of memory.

A middle-aged with his wife was at the door, ‘remember?’

I didn’t want to embarrass him, ‘ O yap!

He understood, ‘ you don’t silly! admit it. I am’ X’, your college mate.’

Now I remembered. How much can one change in 25 years?

“See! It wasn’t my fault’, my memory chided.

( Sorry it’s 52 words.)

A Month of Mini Writing Challenges 2017-Day 18- Shopping List

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A Month of Mini Writing Challenges 2017-Day 18– The prompt is “shopping list”.  The format and length are your choice.

shopping list, oh shopping list

where do you hide when I need you most

enormous products in the market

confuse me and without you, I’m lost

you know well I am dependent on you

so please don’t play hide and seek with me

or I’ll load my home with the things 

I don’t need

and not with the things I needed most

 

A Month of Mini Writing Challenges 2017- Day13

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The prompt is “another planet”. Format and length is your choice.

They are from the another planet, aliens, I’m sure.
They do not have different looks. No bulging big eyes or antennas on their head. They are perfectly normal looking people like you and me.
But their behavior is so strange.
They don’t harmonize with others, have no compassion or compatibility.
They are self-appointed protagonists imposing their views, ideas, and beliefs on others. Follow them or get killed.
Always ready to invade others territories, vandalizing and committing heinous crimes.
They are very rude, criticizing, showing off their superiority, belittling others.
They are not caring at all about the other creatures also.
Who can do this to their own planet?
They have to be aliens.

Daily Prompt- The Mirror Crack’d

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Daily Prompt- The Mirror Crack’d

You wake up one morning to a world without mirrors. How does your life — from your everyday routines to your perception of yourself — change?

(Thanks for suggesting this thought-provoking prompt, Chocolate Eyes!)

Mirror is my best friend.

It has taught me many things.

The first time I saw my face in the mirror, I did not believe it was me.

Didn’t mother say that I was pretty?

But mirror did not show a pretty face.

Was mother lying? I asked her.

She said I was most pretty for her.

Oh! That! Every mother thinks that her child is prettiest of all.

Then I started trying to make myself beautiful with different hairstyles, make up and look at the mirror hoping now it will accept me as pretty.

Mirror never lies but it taught that first I have to accept myself then it will accept me.

Slowly it became my friend.

It reflected an honest, loving caring face which may not be beautiful but acceptable to all my near and dear ones.

It taught me that the best quality a face possesses when one can look in the mirror without feeling any guilt and without  envy, anger and hatred toward others.

My daily routine ,after waking up in the morning,is thanking God then go to mirror to notice how dishevelled I’m looking and to tidy up myself. It’s not important though but  has become a habit which is very difficult to get rid off.

If I wake up one morning to find the world without mirror, after cribbing for sometime I will definitely find some replacement.

But I will miss my best friend very much.

http://joatmon14.wordpress.com/2014/08/31/no-mirrors-this-could-be-bad/

I never thought we would miss so much without mirrors until I read joatmons post.

Funny Picture Of Cat Looking In Mirror Mobile Wallpaper

Hoho Returns- End of Horror

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My friend Archita  asked “how can we get hoho back to earth now. ” then she gave me a suggestion “Load-shedding after 2 mins ..so She cannot eat the half grilled apple ; she throws it away . Hoho is half burned and half-powered now..He has to stay somewhere in the middle of earth and space and has to scare birds , helicopter , flight passengers to achieve full power once again . :D . Pepe and Popo are friendless now .. and together they start making a big plan now.. 2nd story starts :) :)’

So Hi !  Archita here is HOHO back on your demand and as per your suggestions. Thanks.

HOHO Returns

Hoho, the ghost, was inside the apple, she kept it in the oven and switched it on.

Nothing happened. She remembered it was the power cut time. Cursing the electric dept. she took out the apple to roast it in the gas oven.

Knowing her intentions, Hoho fled like a hurricane, having pepe and popo on his tail.

They stopped when they were exhausted. They found themselves in a forest.  Cool, comforting full of trees.

Hoho said ” I am done with this scaring business. I am not going there again. “

Pepe said, ” But we all will be expelled from our community.”

Hoho -” We will form other community, there are others who do not like this terrifying other and making life hard for people. they will join us.”

They all agreed to help people from now onwards.

That is how the angle ghosts and devil ghosts community was formed.

You may have noticed, when you are in distress, without any hope , in some difficult situation, Suddenly, someone out of nowhere comes and helps you. This is the Ho’s community. You have to have faith in them and they will help you.

As for the devils, beware of them, sometimes they may come in the disguise of angels, but if you are careful, you can recognize them.

Angels and devils

Angels and devils

ForThePromptless – S. 2, Ep. 1 – The Alter Ego

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my alter ego

my alter ego

ForThePromptless – S. 2, Ep. 1 – The Alter Ego

Alter Ego/ personality disorder

I am Indira’s alter ego speaking, knowing fully well that she will never write this post herself. She was all against it thinking who wants to know about her, she not a famous personality etc.

I told her that even if nobody reads it, at least she will know about me and now is the time to acknowledge me.

She is full of inferiority complex, little coward afraid of fights, darkness, ghosts and everything. Whenever she was lonely, depressed and thought death is the final solution of her sickness and problems.Only I know what is she under the cool as cucumber mask.   It was me, who gives her strength, courage and hope to come out of darkness, face her fears and fight with them.

She is  shy, afraid of going out , speaking in public, always worrying for her near and dear ones, her friends and relatives. She thinks she is supposed to be perfect all the time and this gives her a lot of stress. I taught her that being not perfect is all right.

She does not participates in any thing for the fear of loosing. I taught her that you sometime win , sometimes  you do not, but the joy of participating is bigger than everything.

Her happiness lies  on others happiness. She feels guilty enjoying anything alone. I taught her that to be happy, enjoying things in life,  is not a sin. She is shy of  Expressing her  views fearing she may hurt others. I taught her that even if you don’t agree with others is all right, she must stand for whatever she thinks is right.

I always have to be vigilant to keep her on the right track. Actually I always have to do overtime with her , even if I take a wink  she will go inside her shell like a turtle.

You Can’t Scare Ghosts

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She wanted to scare her husband and was waiting for him,  well prepared.

As he entered his bedroom, he saw his wife, with a glass full of blood, her face smeared with blood, laughing weirdly.
” So she wants to scare me,” he thought.

” You can’t scare me with all this tomato sauce or whatever it is.” He said loudly.

” This is not tomato sauce, this is fresh blood and if you are not scared? Watch this.” She hissed and took out a knife, cut her palm and said: ” See, no blood, ghosts don’t bleed.”

He laughed ” I know all these magic tricks,  Now you see.” and took the knife from her hand.

Holding his hair with one hand, he sliced his neck with a clean sweep and said

” See, no blood”
She fainted.

 

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